“One Hard Gypsy”
Your game is an insect of fantastic corruption.
Your game is a transforming slime.
Your game is a dragonfly.
Where do you put it on the machine?
I don’t know.
But, if you’re not careful, a “dragonfly” can fly away to the cashier.
The geographical location is a clear, special wood of marketing.
Your “dragonfly” is made of wrinkling clay with all-floating rainbow colors.
The nice, cute, wonderful beast is a little symbol of her easy mess.
I have video games in my hands.
Each game cartridge is a scary, downward spider with wet, colorful legs.
My dirty shells transform quickly, again and again, from games to bugs of insect.
And, the cashier thinks it’s a strange transaction by invisible logic.
This poem represents a dream from last night. For my comfort, it was a sweet nightmare. I think it’s a meaningful dream about video games and gameplay.
https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/One-Hard-Gypsy-910820716
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